The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 

After a while, Rosalie eventually successfully guided Jonathan to cut the nail. 

Her initial impression was that it was quite exhausting, to the point where even trimming her nails seemed more relaxing. 

However, it appeared that Jonathan had unexpectedly developed an obsession with nail trimming. He meticulously examined the nails on Rosalie’s other fingers and then trimmed them individually. 

Once all the trimming was done, he seemed reluctant to stop. He said, “If your nails grow long again, I’ll help you trim them.” 

Rosalie suddenly found herself at a loss for words. 

It was still noon, and it seemed too early to visit Aiden at the hospital. 

Jonathan returned to his desk to attend to company/matters, while Rosalie took out her phone and browsed web pages. 

Out of the blue, her focus was captured by a trending topic. The trend centered around Loretta. It hailed her as the ultimate victor in love and 

career. 

It also reported that Loretta had officially confirmed she would be attending the GF dinner event in Strico with Calvin. The event would bring together prominent figures from Strico. The news not only refuted previous rumors of their breakup, as mentioned by others but also showcased their flourishing relationship. 

In that trending topic, there were also several pictures of Loretta endorsing products and photos of her gracing the 

Cer of fashion magazines. 

Certainly, there was no denying that Loretta currently had access to substantial resources. Nevertheless, Rosalie’s countenance briefly soured. It was evident that Loretta’s current achievements were inextricably linked to Calvin. 

If they were to part ways, her prospects would unlikely remain as promising. Moreover, someone of Calvin’s disposition probably harbored an aversion to clinginess. 

At the very least, Rosalie had witnessed the relentless manner in which Calvin handled his clingy ex-girlfriend. 

“What would be the outcome for Loretta in the days ahead?” Rosalie 

chuckled softly. “Loretta’s destiny, whether filled with success or hardship, is no longer within my concern. Even though I had genuinely treated her like a sister in the past and would have worked hard to assist her in obtaining resources, the family’s treatment of me during my imprisonment has irreversibly severed that connection.” 

Rosalie continued to scroll through the web pages. As she did, fatigue crept in. She leaned back on the couch, and her eyelids gradually grew heavier. 

When Jonathan looked up, he saw Rosalie lying on the couch on her side, eyes closed, clearly fast asleep. 

He stood up and quietly walked to her. Her sleeping face was tranquil, and her curled eyelashes cast shadows on her eyelids. 

He obsessively looked at her sleeping form, as if observing her that way could bring a sense of tranquility and contentment to his heart. 

Jonathan fetched a blanket from the adjacent lounge and gently covered Rosalie. 

He once believed that wanting someone, from his point of view, was a straightforward affair. However, only then did he understand that when one genuinely desired someone, they refrained from employing their authority to intimidate. Instead, they longed for that person’s willing affection. Their words, glances, or simple gestures could induce a sense of unease, leading to sleepless nights. 

As he murmured softly, he asked, “When will you start loving me? How much longer do you want me to wait?” The only response within the office was the gentle rustling of air. 

When Rosalie opened her eyes, she found herself gazing at a somewhat familiar ceiling in her groggy state. After a brief moment, she suddenly shot 

up and exclaimed, “I… I fell asleep!” 

“Awake now? Want to sleep a little longer?” Jonathan’s voice sounded. 

Rosalie was startled and looked up at Jonathan, “I… I dozed off. Why didn’t you wake me up?” 

“Seeing you sleep so soundly, I wanted to let you sleep a bit longer,” he replied. 

“But I had mentioned I was going to visit Aiden. I overslept,” she 

exclaimed, reaching for her phone to check the time. Fortunately, it was just before three o’clock in the afternoon, so she wouldn’t be late for her hospital visit. 

“We still have enough time to make it to the hospital. I’ll go with you,” Jonathan declared, getting up from his chair and putting on his coat as he walked toward Rosalie. 

She nodded and then realized her somewhat disheveled appearance following her earlier nap. Her hair was in disarray, so she swiftly took off the hair ties, gathered a handful of hair, and hastily tied it back into a ponytail. 

Her actions were lightning-fast, and she managed to tie her hair into a ponytail in a mere five or six seconds. 

Jonathan observed that with a degree of astonishment. “Do you always fix your hair that quickly?” 

“Not really. I used to take forever to do it, but then, during my time in prison…” She came to an abrupt stop. The painful experiences endured in prison were far from being a pleasant memory for either of them. 

“I’m sorry,” Jonathan said softly.